The green trees make one beautiful machine
Standing tall, hiding the smallest in between
Glancing to the left the sun is to reflect
On what it is to touch, and yet
Glance to the right... nature has arranged beauty through the depth
Making our souls leap for the chance
To line up for this life-like dance.
All with one thrill of a glance
To the water so deep and here to cleanse.
Are we ready? Really, all that depends.
Moments... igniting the heart so fierce
that we notice the switch our legs begin to preach.
Deepening to a stride
Tuning in our forgotten pride.
We are to carry on!
Through inner peace.
This lesson we are never to teach
Some only lucky enough for it to reach.
So, feel the warmth where the body begins to ache
With feet screaming, "The Gravel beneath may shake!"
All the while,
Smiling is what the mouth chooses to make.